Or a huge torture experiment concocted by a crazy mother of two year old triplets? You be the judge.
So Tuesday morning, we headed up to the mall to see the Easter Bunny. Everything was going smoothly. We looked at pictures of the Bunny, we talked about it and everyone was really ready. That is until we actually saw the Bunny in person. That's when it all went downhill. Hudson was very excited, Ella was screaming, and Carter was trying to crawl up my leg. I got everyone out of the stroller and C and E crawled back in. It didn't take long or Hudson to realize that apparently he should be crying too. So I hand Charlie to the Bunny and the kids totally freak out. They start screaming "Lolly, Beeebeee, Oh Baby Charley" at the top of their lungs, like the Bunny was going to suddenly going to eat him and he should run as fast as he could! So with the help of a kind stranger, I got the big kids out of the stroller and kindly shuttled them, some people may say drug, them over to the scariest thing they have ever seen. After a few minutes of pleading and torture, I decided to be in the picture with them. Now had I known I was going to be in the picture, I would have, I don't know, maybe put on some make-up, done my hair, worn something other than a Favorite T. But, overall, I don't think they will be permanently scarred, and if they are I will delete this post, and totally deny that any of this ever happened!
We also went to the ENT Tuesday and all four kiddos are getting tubes in May. So hopefully this will be an end to our weekly ear infection trips to the Pedi!